HoHoHo. Merry Mass Pike.
Festive Rest Area
HoHoHo. Merry Mass Pike.
HoHoHo. Merry Mass Pike.
One day in Manhattan. Maybe better described as most of one day in Manhattan.
That’s the plan. Drive to someplace in Connecticut that has rail access to NYC. Stay overnight. Take a train into the city tomorrow morning, early. Stay for most of the day. Sometime in the late afternoon or early evening, take a train back to where we started and then drive home.
That leaves two questions. First, what do we do while we’re there. Second, which cameras do I bring?
To answer the first question, we’ll probably just go where the xmas decorations take us. This trip is an attempt at forcing some holiday spirit onto our grinchy, scroogy selves. To answer the second question… I am not sold on anything yet except that I will not be bringing my new medium format camera. I need to run a roll through it to make sure it works before I bring it anywhere of consequence. I just have to get off my ass and do it. So it’s down to the digital Nikon Z5, and the 35mm Pentax K1000, and Nikon FG-20. Both of the film cameras have partially shot rolls. The K1000 is down to the last handful of shits on a roll of Kentmere 400, which is Black and White, and the FG-20 has most of a roll of Kodak ColorPlus 200.
I think I want to bring the K1000 (my father’s camera) and a couple of rolls of color film. I have a handful of ColorPlus that I could bring. I would only bring one or two. I don’t want to spend all of my time fudging with film. At least… assuming I bring the digital camera too. My thought though… do I want to even bring the digital camera? I mean, I do. I want to bring it literally everywhere I go. On this occasion though? There’s a little part of me that is considering going film-only this time.
I don’t know… I am thinking about it.
Come on cat, do something useful. Make the bed or something. Come on.
That casual pose with the paw hanging off the edge of the cat tree… such a vibe.
I’m exhausted today. So tired.
It has been pouring rain for 12 hours. I asked Robin if she can remember a time when it wasn’t pouring rain and she could not.
I hate to keep harping on something as inane as the weather but…
Sum up the first half of my work day:
Walk from the building to the car. Drenched.
Walk from the car to the building. Drenched.
Walk from the building to the car. Drenched.
Walk from the car to the building. Drenched.
There you go. That’s the first half of my work day.
Can’t we just go back to working from home again?
Here’s an example of why traffic in greater Boston is funny. I don’t mean funny as in hahaha, I mean funny as in I am so mad I want to claw my eyes out.
I drove about 70 miles to get to work today. It was pouring rain the whole way. It was also seriously foggy out. The fog plus the rain plus the spray coming off of everyone’s tires meant that visibility was only slightly better than zero. For almost the entire drive I was up around 70-75 miles per hour. I made excellent time.
Yesterday it was gloomy out but other than a little drizzle at the tail end of the drive it was dry. No precipitation, no fog to speak of, no road spray. It had rained the day before though. How did I do for time? There were pockets of gridlock everywhere. The drive took 30 minutes longer than it took today.
Rain today = no traffic jams.
No rain today but rain yesterday = huge traffic jams.
See what I mean about “funny”?
Anyway, here’s a picture of a guitar to try to guilt myself into playing before work tomorrow, when I will thankfully be working from home again.
Lily is staring at me. Did I do something wrong? Is there something weird going on?
I think I got the best Yankee Swap gift ever.
Do I say that every time I participate in a Yankee Swap? If I do, I really mean it this year.